Five years after my wife's death, she came back!

When Shang Chenyan came out, Shi Ying had already wrapped herself in a blanket.

She curled up in a small ball with her back to herself, only her fluffy hair showing.

Shang Chenyan sat down beside her, amused, and pulled the blanket down a little: "Aren't you afraid of getting stuffy?"

Shi Ying's face was still very red, whether from embarrassment or sullenness, it was hard to tell.

She kept her eyes tightly closed, pretending to be asleep.

Shang Chenyan watched her eyelashes flutter incessantly, then reached out and touched her cheek: "Are you that shy? It's not like you've never seen this before."

Shi Ying couldn't hold back any longer and reached out to pinch him hard: "Shut up."

"Say one more word and you'll have to sleep in the guest room."

Shang Chenyan gestured for her to shut up, then got into bed and hugged her from behind.

Just as Shi Ying was about to move, she heard a voice behind her: "Don't move around, you'll hurt your wound."

"If it doesn't get better, you'll have to wash it for me for the foreseeable future."

Shi Ying dared not move.

She buried her face in her pillow and muttered, "Shang Chenyan."

"Um?"

"You're becoming more and more shameless."

Shang Chenyan smiled: "Thank you for the compliment."

What kind of shame do you have for your wife?

*

After a rare peaceful night's sleep, Shi Ying woke up very early the next day, only to find the seat next to her empty.

"Shang Chen inkstone?"

She sat up and called out twice, but no one answered; he wasn't in the bathroom.

Shi Ying was still sleepy and her mind was a little foggy. She rubbed her eyes, stood up, and walked outside.

The corridor was quiet. It was only a little past seven o'clock, and Shang Nian was still asleep, but the study light was on.

The study door was left ajar, and Shi Ying walked in, rubbing her hair. "Why are you working so early?"

She had just woken up, her cheeks were flushed with a light pink, her voice was soft and sweet, and her wisps of hair were a little messy. She looked exceptionally well-behaved.

Shang Chenyan said something in a low voice before looking at her: "Why are you up?"

Shi Ying was so bright that she could barely open her eyes. She walked over with her eyes closed, sat naturally on his lap, and snuggled into his arms.

She had gotten used to sleeping in his arms every day and waking up in his embrace; she felt a little empty when she couldn't see him.

Smelling the faint woody scent emanating from the man, Shi Ying began to feel drowsy again.

"Go to bed, okay?"

"No..." Shi Ying mumbled, "I want to sleep with you."

Shang Chenyan gently rubbed her head, somewhat helplessly, "I'm in a meeting, an important one today. How about I stay with you for a nap at noon?"

A meeting?

Shi Ying belatedly caught the two words, and she suddenly opened her eyes, only to meet several pairs of colorful eyes on the screen.

Her drowsiness vanished instantly.

Shi Ying jumped up like a rabbit and hurriedly hid behind the screen: "Why...why didn't you say so sooner?"

Shang Chenyan shrugged: "I hadn't even had a chance to speak before you came over."

A teasing voice came from the computer, and the man replied with a doting smile:

"My wife."

Shi Ying vaguely heard the people inside saying:

"...loving couple..."

"...so sweet..."

She covered her face in frustration.

No, I've lost all face!

*

Shi Ying sat sullenly in the living room, angrily poking at the grapes on her plate with her fork.

Just then, the doorbell rang, interrupting her actions of crushing the grapes.

Shi Ying opened the door and found it was Shang Shi Jin.

"Sister Shi Jin?"

Shang Shijin glanced at her casual loungewear and disapproved, "Why aren't you wearing the clothes I gave you?"

Shi Ying: "..."

Is that something you can wear in broad daylight?

She finally understood why Shang Chenyan was so unreliable; it turned out to be hereditary.

Fearing she might say something outrageous again, Shi Ying quickly changed the subject: "Sister Shi Jin, why are you here so early?"

Shang Shijin threw her bag on the sofa and slumped down: "Why am I here? I'm going crazy from all this work at the company. Where's Chen Yan? Get him to work right away."

"He's having a meeting in his study."

Shi Ying saw the pile of rotten grapes on the table, and quietly moved over to block it.

"Sister Shi Jin, let me get you a glass of water." As she spoke, she picked up the grapes and slipped into the kitchen, then came out with a glass of water.

Shang Shijin couldn't help but complain to her, "How long has he been resting? More than two months, right? A 28-year-old man can't be this indulgent. He needs to balance work and rest. Look at him."

She took Shi Ying's hand and pinched her cheek: "He's been tormenting you at home every day, look how thin you've gotten."

Shi Ying: "..."

"So you still need to urge him to go back to work as soon as possible."

"His hand is injured, so he definitely won't be able to go to the company for the next few days."

"You're injured?" Shang Shijin paused, her hand holding the water glass still. "How did you get hurt? Is it serious?"

"It's not serious, just a burn."

Shang Shijin breathed a sigh of relief; at least it hadn't broken, and she could still go to work.

The two were chatting when Shang Chenyan came downstairs at some point.

What are you doing here?

Shang Shijin said irritably, "Do you think I wanted to come? If it weren't for you, I'd be on vacation on the beach right now, instead of complaining here."

Shang Shijin issued an ultimatum: "You have to be back at the company by next Monday. I don't care anymore."

Shang Chenyan glanced at Shi Ying, who was sitting to the side watching the show, and took a deep breath: "I understand, I'll go back next week."

Having received a satisfactory reply, Shang Shijin left happily.

Shi Ying leaned back in her chair and asked him, "Are you really going back to the company next week?"

Shang Chenyan pinched the bridge of his nose: "You also miss me going to the company? You haven't seen me for a whole day."

Shi Ying straightened up and hugged his waist: "I can come see you at noon."

Shang Chenyan didn't say anything, he just hugged her tighter.

He stayed at the villa for the next week to recover, and Shi Ying stayed with him every day.

Until Sunday night.

Whether it was because he had abstained from sex for a week or because he had to go to work the next day, Shang Chenyan was unusually reckless that night.

Shi Ying was pressed against the cold mirror by him, her eyes red from crying, and she didn't even know when it ended.

......

the next day.

When Shi Ying woke up, the villa was quiet. She opened her phone and saw the message Shang Chenyan had sent her.

He went to the company. Shang Nian was picked up by Ji Huanzhou early in the morning. A foreign expert came to the hospital today and took Shang Nian to have a discussion.

Aunt Zhang hasn't arrived yet. On the table is the breakfast that Shang Chenyan left for her, along with a note reminding her to heat it up before eating.

Shi Ying felt very bored when the villa suddenly became empty.

After finishing her meal, she watched TV for a while and then remembered her plan from a few days ago: to go to the mall to buy clothes for Shang Nian.

The incident of Shang Chenyan's injury delayed things for a few days.

But it's okay, it's not too late now.

Shi Ying went upstairs to change her clothes and then prepared to go out.

But when she got to the door, she found that she couldn't open it no matter what she did.

"What happened?"

Is the door broken? Or is it locked?